The night enveloped the room with its chilling embrace as the red-haired woman entered, a trace of annoyance etched on her features because of Duke Caius' unexpected summons. Seated by the fireplace, she sought solace from the night's cold.
Duke Caius, on the other hand, kept his back turned to her, gazing out of the window at the moonlit landscape. His features were etched with a cold and angered demeanor, his icy blue eyes revealing his inner turmoil. However, he maintained his composure.
"Unimportant matters waste my time," Isabella retorted nonchalantly, her focus clearly on more pressing matters, such as the potions she was working on.
Yet, Duke Caius had no intention of letting her dismiss his concerns. His voice pierced the frigid air, his tone harsh, "Didn't I instruct you not to meddle with Mabel?"
